Schizo
They won’t give her a moment’s rest, whipsawing her back and forth from hope to terror to hard, pounding sex and back again. But something darker lurks on the edges, a fourth terrifying “HIM”! Will “HE” wake up, or will the trio keep things under control? And what will happen to poor, little Paige?
Pleasure trip
When Samantha wins a lovesong contest on the radio, the family takes a vacation on a pleasure cruise! Little do they know that the captain has been casing them for a long time now, and he’s had his eye on busty Samantha and her sexy, tight daughter.
Snatcher 3: Sleepover slaves
There’s randy redhead Heather, Chinese flower Daisy (Dai-tai) Dayton, and fraternal twins: wallflower Cathy and sweet, pigtailed, princess Cissy, and they all show up at the party ready to have some fun!
Broken miss, Gemma grant adventures
Margaret Grant is the newest winner of the Miss World competition, and she couldn’t be flying higher. Escorted by limousine, she’s taken to meet the famous Otto Von Brock, one of the world’s best and most mysterious photographers. There are no public images of this mysterious man, but Margaret doesn’t think twice about taking him up on the offer.
Uprising in West Africa part 3
Katrin will learn all sorts of awful pain and humiliation. The General wants Katrin down on her knees and begging for cock in all of her tight, lovely holes, and he’ll mold her into the perfect toy one way or another!
African trap
There, this villainous and mysterious man, Karad, will take Margaret in ways only a lusty, black man can, and Margaret has no choice but to comply under threat of pain and worse! And what’s this? Margaret’s sister is in the country on holiday as well? Interesting maybe she’d should join in the fun too whether she wants to or not!
Safe haven
The two have a little playdate together with some light whipping and flogging, but they have no idea that someone is watching… and bent on doing terrible, terrible things to their lovely, lovely bodies!
Slavecop 3: The hive
This issue breaks new ground even for Erenisch, because in addition to telling a story about sexy slavegirls being fucked and dominated, it also tells an exciting adventure at the same time, full of fight scenes and tension.
Firestorm
After all the humiliation that Russia endured at the hands of Firestorm, they’re not going to let Kelly off so easily.
Bondage motel, Collector serie.
Escape is impossible for this beauty; she’s trapped in the middle of the desert far from any cell towers, and the only people who will help her are her cruel and sadistic masters!
The levite and his concubine.
Onan is on the hunt for a runaway slave. He’ll travel far and wide in the wilderness and encounter all kinds of danger and adventure!
Classmates Claire’s tale 4.
Kitty Hand brings you some horrifyingly hard stuff as both Claire and Yi are put through their paces by the delicious lady lash! You’ll see Claire as you’ve never seen her before, “innocent” maid for the last time, in this exciting and thrilling episode!
Vietnam story.
Slasher brings you this new and exciting tale of east meets west as nurse Carrie is put through her paces by these vile and vicious villains from the far east! Charlie has no mercy for these yankee devils and definitely not for a mouthy blonde bitch who doesn’t know to keep her loud trap shut!
The house of tears 2.
Emma’s father was found protesting the government in this totalitarian dictatorship. The family had a choice: either they could all be sent to the labor camps to work and starve to their deaths, or Emma could volunteer herself in order to save her family. In the end, it wasn’t a hard choice to make. Emma didn’t want her mother or father or sisters to suffer, so she would do her duty and pay for her father’s misdeeds.
The great heist.
Cagri brings you another arousing adventure with this astonishing achievement in artistic adult action! Hank and Roy will have their piece of this sexy, snobby slut and break her wide open in front of her clients, the police, and the internet itself!
Collector 2 – Exhibition.
Jim Henderson is a man with needs. Even with two hot babes in his household basement, he knows it’s not safe here in the suburbs. He reaches out to his wealthy cousin, Alfred, the president of a booming gun manufactory.
Safe passage
Carmen’s screams filled the courtyard as Dominick tightened the leather strap another inch. She could feel the metal push into each breast in three places one straight into it and two at angles. She again closed her eyes, this time not with any hope that she would open them to find it had been a horrible nightmare she quite knew that it was real — but to stop herself from looking at the blood now oozing more rapidly from her breasts and dripping on the ground.
“With the next inch,” Dominick again leaned over from behind her, “the spikes will nearly meet in the middle. That is not going to be a pretty site. So I think you should tell the Captain why you really came to the castle?”
Carmen’s instincts were to try to pull her breasts free of the leather strap, but she knew that would destroy them even more, so she forced herself to remain as still as she could. This was not as still as she wanted as the pain forced her to squirm no matter how much she fought against it. So all she could do was continue to scream until her throat grew hoarse and her lungs exhausted.
Dominick noticed that the back door of the building where he knew the dungeon was had opened, and he walked over to it. Fernando could see his outline in the doorway, but Saveda was facing away from the door and could not.
“Has yours talked yet?” Fernando shouted toward the figure whom he knew was Dominick.
Safe passage
“And you couldn’t have just told me that right away? I could already be on my way back to my brother, since obviously this is nothing more than a charade.” Saveda berated the newly-promoted General Fernando.
“Well, I had to protect myself from you just as I would have protected the King,” Fernando responded coolly. “So are you interested in a discussion or not? If you are, what terms do you propose?” He took several steps toward her, his hands well within reach of her naked breasts.
“Both sides lay down their arms and stop their military buildup.” Saveda had rehearsed on the ride to the castle what she would propose. “Each side will select three persons to meet with three chosen by the other side to negotiate fair boundaries for the disputed territories. And then the two sides will sign a pact that each will assist the other should it be attacked by any outside force.” But Saveda knew that, while the King might have listened objectively to her proposal, and realized its merit, there was no chance that Fernando would. Hadn’t he made clear that the King was murdered because the military felt he was too liberal in his desire for peace with the Duke? And hadn’t he also told her that his terms would be stricter than the King’s?
Fernando’s reply to Saveda was as well rehearsed as hers had been. “Those terms might be reasonable to your side, or to any side that did not have such military superiority over the other, as we do over yours. Your brother must recognize that in any peace negotiations.”
Safe passage
As the men stepped aside to await Leandro’s further instructions, Carmen tried vainly to cover her body with her hands while lying on the ground in a fetal position.
“You know, men, I think you have earned some relaxation.” An evil smile filled Leandro’s face. Knowing exactly what he meant, two of his soldiers grabbed Carmen’s hands and dragged her to a vertical hitching post about three feet off the ground. They bent her body face down, her stomach pressed into the post as the other soldiers pounded four stakes into the ground, two on each side of the post, and tied one end of their ropes to the stakes and the other ends to her wrists and ankles, stretching her enough to allow her no movement.
Safe passage
After what seemed to her an eternity being led across the entire length of the courtyard in front of the jeering crowd, with the weight of the wooden pole across her neck, Saveda finally heard a heavy door open and felt her foot touch a stone floor. She was marched down a long corridor and through another heavy door. After she was pulled several yards into the room, her wrists were released from the pole, only to be secured to cuffs hanging from the ceiling. The chains around her ankles were replaced by cuffs shoulder-width apart secured to hooks in the floor.
Safe passage
Fernando and Humberto approached Saveda. Humberto moved his hand down between her legs and thrust his ring and middle fingers deeply into her vagina. She was grateful that her fear had moistened her enough that the violation was not painful, only humiliating. Humberto moved his fingers from side to side, staring at her face to see her reaction. Saveda tried to remain stoic.
“Anything?” Fernando asked.
“Oh, I’m sure that she has used this before as a weapon. But there is nothing else.”
Humberto removed his fingers and quickly grabbed Saveda’s neck to force her to bend her body at the waist until its upper half was parallel to the floor. Fernando’s fingers pushed hard into her anus, and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming in pain.
When Fernando finally withdrew his fingers, Humberto straightened her body. “Open your mouth,” Fernando ordered, “and don’t even think about biting my fingers.” Slowly Saveda obeyed, and Fernando stuck the same fingers that had just probed her anus into her mouth, moving them from side to side in her cheeks, around the back of her teeth and under her tongue before withdrawing them. Saveda did all she could do to keep from gagging.
Brainwashed
Drip … drip… drip … the permanently annoying dripping of a leaky faucet was her first perception. Followed closely by the pain! Neck and arms, shoulders and hinges protested so loudly against their intended treatment that she could barely avoid screaming. Shiva clenched her teeth, forcing herself to calm breaths to clear the mist from her head. Apparently she had been drugged, for how long she could only guess …
After all, their effect had diminished; she did not know if this was intented by her captors or not, but she certainly did not want to ruin a possible element of surprise – perhaps her only chance at all.
The bastards had hung her by the arms, and she had been hanging like that for a while now, following the pain of her elongated and overstretched arms. Her hands were completely numb, dead and she laboriously suppressed the temptation to move her fingers as a test.
The air smelled … bad! Blood, sweat with a hint of vomit and feces, barely covered with cheap, harsh detergent. And smoke, cigarette smoke! Not only stale but now a light breeze also brought fresh one to her. So she was not alone. Someone was here and certainly watched her.
With this realization, she suddenly noticed her nakedness. She could not feel any tiny bits of clothing on her skin! So she hung outstretched and completely naked in some goddamn dungeon and was extensively looked at by at least one, certainly drooling asshole.
She wondered if she already … well, she could not feel anything unusual between her legs and a quick blink also showed no visible traces.
“No matter, nothing felt, nothing happened, there are more important things now!” Again she opened her eyes a small slit. Her feet dangled an arm’s length above dirty, spattered cement floors. A very sturdy-looking leather strap lay around her ankles, banding her with an iron grip that seemed to be bolted to the floor. The knots looked lousy, but were enough, as long as they did not touch their fingers … and those fingers hung like dead meat lumps two meters up. So there was nothing to do for now!
She forced herself to rest and listened. Breaths, creaking of a chair … it came from behind and a little way above her. Besides, she did not hear a single word, so after a while she was pretty sure that he was alone. After a while she could hear him stubbing out a cigarette. And it was not long before he lit a new one.
Enemies of Rome
Sextus was lost in his memories of earlier days. The wait for Gunther and his mercenaries was becoming endless and he was beginning to grow anxious.
Sextus did not know it, but the barbarian Gunther was fighting an invisible enemy. Venera was always ready for sex, but now she was possessed by Isthar’s spirit and she had become a she-wolf, hungrier than ever for sex. The barbarian had never seen anything like it before and he had been unable to resist her repeated requests to be fucked. He fucked her again and again, until he was exhausted and couldn’t fuck her anymore…
He collapsed on the ground, exhausted and lost all notion of time. When he recovered his senses, he left the cave and found that his horse had run off or been stolen, which made things very difficult.
Wondering what to do, he walked back into the cave and found Venera kneeling with her legs apart and her breasts pushed forward. She was masturbating and making lots of little high-pitched sex noises…
“GASP! OH! Fuck me again, barbarian! Fuck me, please!” she begged.
The smell of sweat and woman was too much for Gunther. His head started spinning and he lost control. He rushed over and caressed her breasts, kissing and licking her nipples. The he pulled her to her feet and took her from behind in the ass.
His mind was empty as he fucked her. He was totally concentrated, the way he was when he galloped on a wild horse until he broke its spirit. But he knew that this wild one was not so easy to tame. He filled her anus with the last of his sperm, and fell to the ground again, exhausted. But it was not over for Venera. She stood over him, holding her cunt lips wide apart. The horse was taming the rider…
“Fuck my cunt, barbarian! It needs you! Please!”
But it was useless. Gunther had nothing left in him.
“NO!” he shouted. “NO, you dirty slut! Riding you and your oily cunt has made me lose a real horse!” He trapped her clitoris between her cunt lips and squeezed hard on it.
Black star apocalypse
There was a period of confusion after the attack and the pirates took advantage of it to capture most of the surviving women and load them onto their craft. They ignored the probers who would have helped them distinguish between different categories of female prisoners. They only saw tits and cunts.
Thanz ordered the commanders of the mercenary fleet to distribute the women any way they wanted. The more women they had, the better for their cocks, he said. This chaotic distribution left the door open for many Xagians and Republicans to escape from the prisons of the Empire, but at a price: they were abused and raped mercilessly by the primitive pirates. Interrogation sessions were an excuse for all kinds of sexual brutality.
Captain Bronz and Lieutenant Barrow planned to take full advantage of this situation. Barrow was a brutal Azcanac mutant who had once been a paid tracker of Xagians. He boasted about his collection of horrendous trophies made of Xagian skin. But the two men didn’t get as many women as they wanted because they were among the last to arrive in the ruined passageways of Avernoh.
The four women they managed to catch would stay with them, they decided. They had no guarantee that the distribution system would give them any females at all…
“Look at this bitch, Captain! She’s a Xagian, for sure! See her cunt? It’s as tight as the barrel of my pistol. It’s made for shooting practice! You’re looking at a piece of Grade A Xagian pussy there!”
“Are you sure she’s Xagian, Mr Akznaco?”
“Sure as there are satellites on Crudor, Captain! I can’t get my fingers in her! It’s gonna be hard to get my cock in there!”
“Make an effort! I’ll watch while I wait for the warkosa to take effect.”
“Captain, you should keep off that stuff! You know it doesn’t do you any good!”
“Please obey orders, Lieutenant! You found this cunt hiding in the ventilation shaft, so she’s yours! Get on with it and fuck her!”
“At your orders, Captain!”
Goddesses, Queens and slaves
The music stopped suddenly and the slave stood still, her breasts and her buttocks lifted, offering themselves to the guests, who all applauded enthusiastically.
Ptolemy gestured to the guards and they took the dancer to the Emperor and pushed her to her knees in front of him.
“Tell me, slave, why have you offended the King of Egypt?” Ptolemy asked.
The girl looked him in the eye.
“I am not a slave, son of Ra. I am a free woman.”
One of the guards slapped her face.
“Free? I don’t think so!” said Ptolemy. “You have a foreign accent! Where are you from, slave?”
“From Judea, my lord.”
“Ah,” said Ptolemy. “If I am your lord, then you are not free!” He played a few notes on his pipes.
“You speak too boldly to your lord! But you are a good dancer. I would like you to dance again, for the entertainment of our illustrious Roman guests.”
“It will be my pleasure, my lord.”
“This time we will accompany the music with percussion and singing.”
A muscular slave with brown skin appeared, carrying a whip. The guards tied the girl’s wrists to a ring set in the ceiling.
Ptolemy the flute player blew on his pipes and the guard started flogging with his whip.
